The Marvelous Dragon Balls

"This is a Kun-style fighter of S.H.I.E.L.D., which can take off and land vertically, hover in the air, and is optically invisible."

At the same time as a brief introduction, Insente first walked into the automatically opened cabin door, the simulated female voice of "Friday", and then sounded in the cabin: "Welcome back, boss."

"Who?"

Colleen Wynn, who was following him, was surprised again, staring at Insant and asking, "Who is she?"

"Hello, Ms. Wen, this is Friday, the boss's smart housekeeper."

"The artificial intelligence that Tony Stark wants to come to is mainly to be a pilot for me. I don't know how to fly a plane."

After Friday, Yin Shengte also opened his mouth to explain, and then pointed to Colleen Wen said: "Friday, give Colleen the same authority as me, well, by the way, change the name and call her the boss lady."

"She's just a computer? Not a real person?"

Colleen Wynn put down the travel bag on his back, and asked a little worried: "You mean...does this plane rely on autopilot? What if there is a situation that needs to be adjusted?"

"Friday has the ability to think independently. It's not as rigid as you think. Regardless of emotional factors, you can treat her as a person."

Colleen Wen frowned slightly, obviously not as confident as Yin Sheng, but after another thought, even if there was a plane crash, she and Yin Sheng would not fall to death because of it, worried. His mind was weakened.

Although the total amount of her own Qi is not yet luxurious enough to allow her to fly with air dancing, she can't beat Colleen Wynn by floating in a short period of time.

Having already "experienced this in person", Insant also thought of dancing in the air at this time, but the focus was very different. Before letting Friday prepare to take off, he told Colleen Wen: "On the plane After taking off, don’t use the air dance technique. The reason why you can float is because your qi is directly opposed to gravitation. That is to say, after you have completely floated, apart from still maintaining close contact with the earth In addition, it will immediately lose any original inertia, and without inertia, there is no relative static. As for the consequences of no longer moving in sync with the aircraft, I don’t need me to remind you, right?"

"Will hit?"

"Will hit."

After Yinsheng nodded, following the induction on the soul level, he pointed his finger in a direction and said: "Friday, fly at full speed in this direction. I will tell you when you stop."

"Yes, boss, is planning a safe route and it is expected to be completed in one minute."

"Safe route?"

"Do you have any guidance on evading the air traffic routes of civil aviation and the air control routes of the military? Boss?"

"...You can figure it out."

"The route planning has been completed and the visor is being opened. The plane will take off in ten seconds."

"Hmm."

When In Sainte returned a nasal sound, he took Colleen Wen's hand and took her to the cockpit of the Kun-style fighter.

Through the glass of the cockpit, it can be clearly seen that the ground, which is already very far away, has begun to shrink continuously. It is obviously the Kun-style fighter under the feet of the two men. It has now left the roof of the Defenders Building. Ascend vertically.

Colleen Wynn, who is often hugged by Yin Sheng and flying all over the sky, obviously has long been used to this kind of picture, and asked without touching: "Why are you pulling me here?"

"Let's come to the'High Altitude Club' too?"

In the posture of a golden sword, Yin Sheng took a heavy seat on the driver's seat, patted his thigh and said, "I bet there are not many people in this world who have the conditions to try it in the cockpit of an airplane. ."

Colleen Wynn was a little confused at first. After Insant made a thigh slap,

"Of course not."

As Shengtehuken admits that this is indeed one of the reasons, and he gave the only correct answer without hesitation: "I have been busy the other day, isn't this time for me, of course I want to accompany you more ."

"Count you acquaintance."

Colleen Wynn wrapped his hands around Inshengte’s neck and sat face-to-face on him very skillfully. Just as Yinsheng’s eyes were overjoyed and his heart swayed, Colleen Wen’s hands suddenly exerted force. Twitching his ears to torture: "Frankly explain, what are you doing in the basement these days? How did the plane get here?!"

"Aw! Aw! Aw!"

Sainte screamed three times in pain. Although he could easily break away from Colleen Wen's little hand, he did not make any resistance, but spoke quickly and said: "Didn't I tell you? From Kunlun’s ancient iron fist, I learned the skills of protective shields. These days, I have been studying in depth. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Kun-style fighters, and Tony Stark’s Fridays are all researched continuous protective shields. In exchange."

"Humph."

Colleen Wenjiao snorted, released the hand that was holding Yin Shengte's ear, and resumed the posture of hugging his neck: "Nian is still in your right attitude, let you go this time."

"Fastened?"

"Don't be proud, you are still on probation."

"Then I have to perform well."

"That's when... Yeah! Little dog, who told you to show this... uh... for real?"

"More serious than a dog seeing a bone!"

"... Hmm... Go to the back, not here... It's all transparent glass, which will be seen."

"Where are the people from 10,000 meters high?"

"...Ah...that doesn't work either, I always think I will be seen."

"That's right, that's what makes it exciting!"

"... asshole... oh..."

...

After a long time.

"Friday, turn around...we flew by..."

"Yes, boss, the plane is about to make a big circle, please pay attention."

Colleen Wen, who was shrunken in Insant’s arms, with her hair scattered, listened to the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but think of it, and immediately gave Insent a fist: "We just... just did it on Friday? Did you hear it all too?"

Yin Sheng pointed to a camera at the door of the cockpit and deliberately teased Colleen Wen: "Not only did I hear it, but I saw it."

"Asshole! Knowing that you still...you still have to be here..."

"What's the matter? You said it yourself, she is a computer."

"But didn't you say that you can treat her as an individual?"

"The premise is that, regardless of all emotional factors, Friday's way of thinking is completely based on the collected data. She can indeed understand that we are mating, but that's it, a deeper level of sex..."

"...Insant Lee! You shut up!"